QUOTE : You see Matt and Anthony every week. You see everyone every week.”<br /><br />“Not everyone, Nick,” his mother said pointedly. Then her voice changed and turned warmer. “Well, except for this upcoming weekend.”<br /><br />Nick paused at this. It could’ve been a trap. Perhaps his mother suspected something was up with her birthday and was fishing for information. Although it was surprising that she’d come to him—she usually went after Anthony, who had the secret-keeping skills of a four-year-old.<br /><br />“Why? What’s happening this weekend?” he asked nonchalantly.<br /><br />“Oh, nothing much. I just heard something about a sixtieth birthday party your father and you boys are planning for me.”<br /><br />Fucking Anthony.<br /><br />“And don’t go blaming Anthony,” his mother said, quick to protect her youngest. “I’d already heard about it from your aunt Donna before he slipped.”<br /><br />Nick knew what her next question would be before the words left her mouth.<br /><br />“So? Are you bringing a date?” she asked.<br /><br />“Sorry, Ma. It’ll just be me.”<br /><br />“There’s a surprise.”<br /><br />He pulled into the driveway that led to the parking garage of his condo building. “Just a warning, I’m about to pull into the garage—I might lose you.”<br /><br />“How convenient,” his mother said. “Because I had a really nice lecture planned for you.”<br /><br />“Let me guess the highlights: it involved me needing to focus on something other than work, and you dying heartbroken and miserable without grandchildren. Am I close?”<br /><br />“Not bad. But I’ll save the rest of the lecture for Sunday. There’s going to be a lot of gesturing on my part, and the phone doesn’t quite capture the spirit.”<br /><br />Nick smiled. “Shockingly, I’m looking forward to it. I’ll see you Sunday, Ma.”<br /><br />Her voice softened. “I know how busy you are, Nick. It means a lot to me that you’re coming home.”<br /><br />He knew it did. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.